Through Steven’s
heightened cries and the ringing in my ears I heard my husband’s name and Anna
Jacques hospital.

This isn’t real. I need to wake up.

“Mrs.
Douglas?”

I swayed
and slumped to my knees on the linoleum floor, struggling to keep Steven in my
grasp.

The floor is cold. I’m not dreaming.

“Mrs.
Douglas?” The woman’s voice sounded muffled. Far away.

I lifted
the slipping phone back to my ear. “Is he…Is Ronnie alright?”

“You need
to come to the hospital immediately.”

Good heavens. The scent of ham and cloves wafted from
the oven, turning my stomach. “Yes. Of course. I-I will.”

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